He flipped the bathroom light switch, light always seemed to ease the feeling slowly away. The ice cold water that he splashed on his face brought cl...rity to his mind. The dreams were coming more frequent more vivid. After so many years instead of fading, her image became ever stronger to him. Like a painting that you see every day, her face her body now seemed to be etched into his very being! He laid back in the bed, wet and cold from his sweat. He recalled to his memory the night so many. I didn't want you to know. I figured since she wasn't actually your sister that you wouldn't have to meet her and be exposed to her shrewishness. I hoped you could keep vaguely happy memories of believing you had a sister. I'm sorry." I suddenly worried I'd have to choose whether to 'harden' him, until I realised that in this altered history, he didn't need it. He was much more confident, had less survivor's guilt, and didn't have that same urge to sacrifice himself for a cause. He wouldn't. We window shopped for a while and Joan pulled me into a shop called Gauze. A sales woman approached us and asked if she could help. Joan nodded and said, "I'd like something filmy and transparent." The woman smiled and said, "I have something called the Lucy dress. It's over here." Joan looked at it and smiled. She asked if the modesty panels could be removed. The woman grinned and asked when Joan would pick it up. Joan said, "Tomorrow afternoon." We walked to the restaurant. We were several. " Here!" I call out and slowly unwind from Nimrod's warm lap."And what do we think the universe is trying to tell us." It is Nimrod's turn to look smug."Do not presume old man." I intone and look down my nose at him.He laughs even harder. I leave him to his laughter and go to answer the door."Gwen, my friend. Please come in." I invite her. "just ignore the men, they are hungry." I warn her as she eyes Saul chuckling at the stove and Nimrod wiping his eyes."I see." She looks around timidly. "If.